It's interesting to see how neatly this works. I tried a season of The Chelsea Detective and none of it gelled for me. Tedious. Unbelievable characters and acting. Storylines padded with nothing. And a lead actor that has all the charisma of roadkill.
Oh, and don't get me started on the idiocy of The Assassin. I couldn't even finish the first episode, that thing was so insulting.
Add a book I'm reading into the mix: Unleashed by Emily Kimelman. I'm not connecting with it and don't like the main character, at all. Things happen that don't make sense, including ridiculous coincidences. And I'm close to giving up on it, now that I'm a third of the way in.
BUT...the mediocrity of those projects in comparison to the sharpness of Ludwig has kicked me in the ass, regarding my opinion of my writing. They're like early drafts by novice writers in need of a good editor.
I know perfectly well I can pull together a story with characters you care about if I hunker down and keep at it. Hell, Curt from How to Rape a Straight Guy got readers' sympathy even as he destroyed innocent men's lives.
So I just need to stop berating myself for not being perfect from the first word. And stop not letting my characters do whatever it is they want...or telling them this action needs to be in the story to make it work, when in truth it doesn't. I know I say I let them lead, but I find I still place unconscious parameters for them to stay within and that is half of what's holding me back.
At least, at this point in time. I may change my mind, again, tomorrow.
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